Pride swelled in his chest; his bride was responsive to his touch.
He kissed the swell of her breasts, but soon it wasn’t enough. He wanted to feel her, all of her, writhing beneath him as his lips and hands brought her pleasure.
So he lifted her, hands moving behind her back to undo her stays. She was still in the dress that had been ruined from the fight, but he intended to erase that memory from her mind.
Her hands fisted in his shirt, and he knew what she wanted. Breaking their kiss, he pulled back and took off his shirt, loving how her lips parted in clear admiration of his body.
He pulled her to her feet and helped her out of her garments with frenzied movements, then he lifted her and moved her to his large bed, which seemed to swallow her.
He climbed over her, kissing her smooth, supple flesh, showing special attention to her breasts. Her nails scratched his scalp as his hands stroked up and down her sides, spearing him with need.
His cock pulsed painfully, seeking release, but he wasn’t quick to bury himself in her warmth. Her cries were a sweet melody to his ears as he kissed down her stomach to her sex.
The scent of her arousal was heady, and he feasted on her, licking and tasting her till her breathless pants grew into cries that rent the air, announcing her release.
He gently kissed his way back up her body, intending to move off her, but she held him tightly to her.
“What are ye doing?” he asked.
“I do not want you to pull away from me, Ruaridh,” she breathed. “Make me yours.”
“But we arenae wed yet,” he reminded her. “I daenae want to dishonor ye.”
“It will dishonor me if you leave me tonight,” she said stubbornly.
He stiffened, unable to move, but when she kissed him, he knew he couldn’t resist her any longer.
He pushed off the bed to undress and then stalked back to her, watching as her eyes widened. He climbed over her slowly, putting his weight on his arms.
“Daenae fear, Violet,” he murmured. “It may hurt at first, but it will be pleasurable soon.”
She nodded but didn’t look any more assured by his words.
He kissed her then, in no hurry to claim her, slow and steady until he felt the tension leave her body. Then he notched himselfagainst her warm sheath and gritted his teeth as he pushed the first inches inside her.
“I’m sorry, lass,” he groaned. “I will try nae to hurt ye.”
Her eyes were shut tightly, but she nodded, keeping her hands on his shoulders. When he was fully seated in her, the tight fit clawed at his restraint, but he kissed her instead, waiting until he felt her inner walls adjust to his size.
He kept his strokes slow and shallow until she began to pant, her nails digging into his skin.
“Please, Ruaridh,” she begged.
She didn’t need to speak further for him to know she wished for him to move deeper.
Ruaridh felt his release building, but he pushed it down to bring her pleasure. When her cries rang out, he was unable to stop himself from driving into her.
“Ye’re so beautiful,” he panted, the words pouring out of him the closer he got to his peak. “So perfect and wonderful.”
He moved his fingers between her legs to her nub, and it didn’t take long for her mouth to fall open in a soundless scream. Her inner walls convulsed, milking him, and it wasn’t long before he growled his release. It shot through him with such force that he couldn’t move.
Blinded by the pleasure, he could only keep himself from crushing her by leaning on his elbows.
When he could finally move, he rolled off her and pulled her into his chest, trying to catch his breath. Now that she was fully his, he would never let her go again.
EPILOGUE
“The third time is a charm,” Sienna quipped. “I hear it is something ye say in England.”
